Among the many things I have learned from D.O.G. about pigs, perhaps the one that stands out foremost, is that given half a chance, pigs are consummate pleasure seekers. They thrive on indulgent behavior. They appreciate the finer things in life. They love warm fuzzies. I would not be the least bit surprised if it was a pig who inspired Joseph Campbell to ‘follow his bliss.’
I like this hedonistic pig philosophy. It works for me. Except maybe when D.O.G. brings his philosophy indoors. After all, as a pig-keeper I have to draw the line somewhere.
Take this morning for example. I found D.O.G. fresh out of a mud puddle, chomping with gusto, under an apple tree. Now those two things, mud puddles and apple trees, rate very high on the hedonism scale. To combine the two experiences is approaching bliss.
I made a few photos, then went back to work up in the house. Moments later, I heard those endearing little grunt-squeaks that usually make my heart flip-flop. D.O.G. was at the door. I snuck out the other door with my camera….
My former butler knew by my tone of voice, he was going in the wrong direction. Perhaps he also realized he was not turned out properly for a house visit? I wouldn’t bet on it. He was fired for a reason.
This was, by all pig standards, a triple-delight morning.
Mud puddles! Apple trees! Flower blossoms!